Chapter 77 Please help me calculate the money (Thanks to the leader of Fengsha)
"Okay, okay, let's come and play again during the New Year."
After the chat, Grandpa nodded to Chen Yuan. He didn't know what he could promise him, so he made such an invitation.
"Well, I'll definitely come and play when I have time."
Chen Yuan also smiled and agreed.
Then he stood up and walked to the room.
At this time, Xia Xinyu was almost done crying. She wiped her tears with her hands and asked him with a smile through her tears, "When did you buy the cigarettes?"
"I bought it on the way to the exam. I know people in Jingnan smoke this." Chen Yuan originally wanted to smoke out of social etiquette, but felt that this was too social and not student-friendly enough.
But for some reason, he felt that he should buy a pack. It might be useful on some occasion at a funeral in the countryside.
Fortunately, Chaozi failed, otherwise Xinyu would say that he was too careful.
"You are so clever, little clever ghost." Because she was not crying sadly, after wiping her tears, Xia Xinyu returned to her natural state, and there was no cry in her tone.
"If you want to be a smart guy, Xiao Tai will get it."
The pursuit of grandeur is the obsession in every man's heart, and Chen Yuan is no exception.
"That clever guy, use your math skills and do me a favor." Handing Chen Yuan a blue funeral gift book, Xia Xinyu said quite relaxedly, "Some people will come this morning and give money. Or if you give it a white seal, just write down your name and the amount."
hiss--
Is this thing too big?
Chen Yuan took a breath of cold air.
He really wanted to do something for Xia Xinyu, but this kind of large-scale registration was more or less excessive. When money was involved, close relatives should do it, right?
But looking at the other party's trusting eyes, he still agreed: "Okay, I'll do it."
"I can rest assured if I leave it to you. You are the best."
As if coaxing a child, Xia Xinyu's words really sounded like a kindergarten teacher.
What does it mean that I am the best?
Let me expand on this, where is Chen Yuanbang?
"But I can still understand the dialect you speak. After all, the conversation is clear, but the older generation... I really feel a little bit unpredictable." Chen Yuan expressed his concerns.
Xia Xinyu thought for a while and said, "Let's do this. I'll arrange a small translator for you."
"Little translator?"
So, A few moments later…
"Pull Fusheng."
"Pull?"
"Come on, I'm here." The uncle said in a sloppy tone and raised his voice.
However, even after the uncle in front of him repeated it, Chen Yuan still didn't understand. So, he turned to look at Xu Zhou sitting next to him.
So, he said in a straight and clear tone: "Zhao, Fu, Sheng."
Are you grabbing your mother?
Seeing that Chen Yuan was still frowning, Xu Zhou explained patiently: "Yuan Guo Guo, Xia, Shang and Zhou's pull."
"..."
After hearing this, Chen Yuan was unusually stable. He smiled silently, shook his head lightly, and then wrote his name Zhou Fusheng.
However, when I just wrote the second word, the uncle reminded me again: "Fu, five blessings and blessings all over the world."
You're still waiting for me here, right? !
I couldn't hold it any longer, and finally I couldn't hold it any longer.
Okay, okay, I understand, it’s Zhou Husheng.
Born next to a lake, right?
For such a good name, if you call it "Zuo Fusheng", you can make two mistakes in three words.
Zhou Husheng, two hundred.
After writing it down, Chen Yuan turned around and said to this useless little cousin: "Xu Gao, please use standard Mandarin."
"Good dripping Guo Guo." Xu Zhou made an OK gesture.
Hello, aunt Xia Xinyu.
In this way, with difficulty enduring an accent that was really difficult to understand, Chen Yuan was here collecting money and recording.
In terms of the amount, the villagers basically gave 200, the neighbors gave 500, the relatives started with 500, and those with good connections were given 1,000, and then the aunt and uncle each gave 5,000.
Those two thick white envelopes represented everyone's concern for Xinyu.
It can be seen that because of Xia Xinyu's experience, her relatives and friends have increased the amount of the gifts a lot. Moreover, the simplicity of the funeral can be tolerated.
Just suona, no band.
The standard of the banquet is not high either.
To put it mildly, people are real. When attending other people’s banquets, they will unconsciously calculate whether they will get back their money.
At this funeral, no one got their money back, and Xia Xinyu also made a profit.
But everyone was kind, and no one blamed the funeral for not being grand enough.
Many villagers also took the initiative to buy the firecrackers used to move the coffin to the back mountain. Logically speaking, Xia Xinyu should be responsible for this.
Through some petty bourgeoisie screenwriters' arrogant overlooking of the countryside, playful ridicule, and stereotyped descriptions, they have created images of some bitter, mean, stingy, shrewd, and feudal country people. Moreover, all these elements are combined into one person to mobilize the audience's emotions and set off class antagonism in essence, which is expressed in the form of a feast of vilification of regional blackness.
In fact, no one has only one side.
At least here, he saw a warm heart.
In more than an hour, Chen Yuan registered a total of more than 70 names and received about 30,000 yuan in gift money.
Chen Yuan took a cursory glance at the amount recorded by Xia Xinyu before, and used the abacus mental arithmetic he learned as a child to calculate the total gift money for the funeral, which was just over 40,000.
The expenses for this funeral should mainly include banquets, coffins, suonas, and some firecrackers, cigarettes, and liquor.
According to their discussion, each banquet table was worth RMB 650, totaling twelve tables, which was the bulk.
Maybe I can end up with a balance of about 25,000 yuan.
With Xia Xinyu's level of savings, this can last her two years.
In addition to studying in Xiahai, the other expenses required are two years' rent, a total of 14,000. It would be great if this could be solved...
Just as Chen Yuan was thinking this, a black Honda Haoying parked outside the funeral shed. After opening the door, a man with oily hair got out of the car.
Then, the uncle hurriedly stepped forward to shake hands.
The man smiled and shook hands with his uncle, and the two were polite for a while. He walked over, took out a wallet from his pocket, took out a stack of money, and put it on the table: "Niu Qiong, the ox of wooden cows, cows and horses, Qiong... Next to the word "I", I don't know how to say it, right That’s right, that’s how it’s written, the young man is so smart.”
Classic cow flow is indistinguishable.
And why choose such a complicated name?
Niu Qiong.
Looks like a little boss.
As soon as Chen Yuan held the stack of money with his hand, he felt the other person's thoughts.
Twenty sheets.
It's just a gift money compared to my uncle and aunt.
After counting, it was indeed two thousand.
So, Chen Yuan wrote two thousand in his notebook.
At the same time, he was also curiously observing his conversations with other people.
"Brother Niuqiong, you are Xinyu's father's best friend. I am really touched that you came here specially." My aunt said sadly.
"Fangfang, we often had dinner together at that time." Looking at his aunt, Niu Qiong also said with emotion, "How old is your son?"
"First year of junior high school." Xia Fang patted Zheng Minghao on the shoulder and said, "Call me Uncle Niu."
"Hello Uncle Niu..."
"well."
The banquet was about to start, everyone was already seated, and Chen Yuan's work had been completed, so he stopped prying anymore. With so much money, he walked to the main room and said to Xia Xinyu, who was greeting the guests, "Where to put the money."
"Well, come on."
Xia Xinyu nodded to greet the guests, then walked to the room and closed the door behind her. Seeing so much money in Chen Yuan's hand, she was a little surprised: "Why is there so much?"
"My aunt and uncle each have five thousand, and then there is a man named Niuqiong who also has two thousand." Chen Yuan answered.
"Uncle Niu gave you two thousand?"
Although she felt that her uncle and aunt gave her a little too much, they were relatives after all, so there was nothing wrong with it. However, she was surprised that Niu Qiong gave so much.
"Is he some kind of relative?" Chen Yuan asked.
Xia Xinyu shook her head and explained: "They are not relatives, but my father's junior high school classmate and best friend. They went to Xingsha to do business together. Later he went to do business, and then my father came back home. They grew bamboo and sold bamboo shoots. Then... they were both five years older than my aunt, so when my aunt was still in college, they would take her out to play every time she returned to the countryside during holidays."
"It's reasonable to give so much to such a good friend." Chen Yuan nodded, feeling that this was not surprising.
"But it's too much..."
"He seems to be in good condition, and it's just a heartfelt offer."
Patting Xia Xinyu on the shoulder, Chen Yuan wanted to tell her not to be so stressed.
Everyone is so generous because they hope to support her as much as possible.
But accepting the kindness of others is also a kind of gentleness.
"This money is enough to pay the rent for the past two years and my living expenses." Xia Xinyu planned the money.
Sure enough, Xia Xinyu would definitely do such frugal things.
It's okay, as long as I'm here, Xinbao won't get hungry or lose weight.
It's best if you can still gain seven or eight pounds after three years of high school.
"The banquet is about to start, let's go out." Chen Yuan took the initiative.
"okay."
Xia Xinyu nodded, put all the money in the drawer, and locked it.
When the two were about to go out, there was a knock on the door.
"It's not locked, please come in." Xia Xinyu said.
Zhila, opened the door, it was Uncle Niuqiong just now.
He was a little surprised to see himself and Xia Xinyu in the same room, but he quickly smiled and said to Xia Xinyu, "Xinyu, I have something to tell you, is that convenient?"
"It's convenient, let's talk here." Xia Xinyu said with a natural attitude that Chen Yuan did not need to leave on this occasion.
"This..." Niu Qiong touched his shiny back, hesitated for a while and then said, "I shouldn't have told you about this matter, but this matter about your parents is really sudden. That... you know you When we were in junior high school, your father was with me in Xingsha, and was he injured?"
"Well, there is such a thing..." Xia Xinyu remembered this matter, but didn't understand why the other party mentioned it.
"At that time, he was actually seriously injured and was admitted to the ICU for a while, but he didn't want me to tell you, so he only said after he was cured that his leg was just broken..."
"Ah?" Upon hearing this, Xia Xinyu's heart suddenly tightened, and she asked weakly, "Is it serious?"
I have absolutely no idea...
All I heard was that his leg was broken.
"It was a bit serious, but the operation was successful and the recovery was very fast. I was with you throughout the whole process and knew the situation well."
Seeing that Xia Xinyu's expression was getting sadder and sadder, Niu Qiong quickly explained: "He told me this, he fell into a coma after falling into the pit, and when he woke up, there was only the pain after the anesthesia... except Burning money, I really didn’t experience any pain.”
What he said was true, and Chen Yuan could tell it by listening to his heart.
But after all, I still experienced not-so-good things.
"Hmm..." Xia Xinyu nodded fearfully, a little at a loss.
"Then..." Niu Qiong looked at the girl in front of him with a very unbearable expression. After struggling for a while, he took out a note, "This is the IOU your father gave me at that time. I said no, But he still insisted.”
Xia Xinyu took the IOU uneasily, but Xia Xinyu was just nervous at first.
After seeing the amount above, her hands trembled.
"You can keep this IOU, or you can tear it up." Niuqiong waved his hand decisively.
"No... you can't." Xia Xinyu insisted on returning the IOU to the other party and said seriously, "Uncle, please don't tell your uncle and aunt about this money, I will pay it back to you, I will definitely pay it back. "
"This...hey!" Niu Qiong felt reluctant, but Xia Xinyu's persistent thoughts made him give up.
"Although I can't pay it back now, I will pay it back when I get to college." Xia Xinyu suppressed the weight in her heart and promised hard.
"Don't be tired, it doesn't matter if you can't pay it back, really."
"I will pay it back. Uncle, please go take a seat first, the banquet is about to begin." Xia Xinyu invited.
"good."
So Niuqiong left like this.
And Xia Xinyu, as if her legs were filled with lead, felt suddenly weak.
Sitting on the bed, her head was a little empty.
My parents' inheritance was more than 70,000 yuan, and they spent 16,000 yuan on the funeral, leaving 60,000 yuan left. After adding the money for this funeral, I still have 100,000 yuan left.
But this one hundred thousand...
Don't cry, absolutely don't cry.
You should act stronger in front of Chen Yuan.
Just as she was thinking this, a hand covered her head and held her in his arm. And she buried her face in it, not knowing what to say.
"It's okay, I'll take care of it."
"No, absolutely don't..." Xia Xinyu shook her head and said insistently, "I definitely don't want this."
"Trust me, I'll take care of it and it won't cost you a penny."
"Chen Yuan, I don't want..."
Before Xia Xinyu could finish her words, her face was gently pinched by Chen Yuan's hand. Looking at her blank look, Chen Yuan smiled: "It's been so many times, how have I ever lied to you?"
"But this time is different. The borrowed money must be repaid..."
Xia Xinyu, whose soft face was being pinched, felt a little strange that she completely forgot about Chen Yuan's current behavior because she had other things to do.
"Of course, the borrowed money must be repaid."
But what if I didn’t borrow it?
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